Not your typical baby mama - Chapter 260 The King’s Little Puppet

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Move it!”

“I’m innocent! Let me go!”

“Please don’t hurt us! We’re just innocent factory workers!”

“You’ll have plenty of time to talk later on, move it!”

The team captain turned away from the chaos that was the screaming and crying of the factory workers during the arrest. He had a firm hold on his rifle and one hand pressed against his earpiece.

“Gwen and Peter Wright are here”, he reported while staring in the direction he believed they fled before looking around the building. “Only them.”

“Of course. You have them?” Hot head’s familiar voice echoed in his ear.

“My men are after them. There’s no way for them to escape”, he assured him.

“Rider, make sure of it.”

“Yes, sir. But one thing, the trucks, I think they used a different, no secret route than one we came in through”, he said with obvious regret.

His instructions were to capture anyone of the four running the show. Henry gave him enough manpower to take down the factory but not cease the trucks. It could only mean he had that worked out too.

“Do what you need to, leave that for us!”

A little smirk played on his black mask covered mouth before terminating the connection. He reconnected to his men in the building as he walked towards Gwen and Peter’s direction.

“Where are they?” He asked as he marched forward with obvious determination.

Meanwhile, Gwen and Peter were still shielded by their bodyguards sheltering in one of the ground floor offices, waiting to make an escape.

“Boss, Mr. Wright, we will get you out of here”, one the bodyguards whispered to them in urgency.

He was worried the situation that seemed to be hopeless was making them anxious as shown by Peter earlier. The others had gone off to find that escape route. Unexpectedly, instead of snapping at them, Gwen threw him an easy smile that invited an unsettling feeling from the pit of his stomach, and Peter felt the same when he saw Gwen like that.

“Is there a plan?” Peter whispered in her face in anxiousness. “It would be great to share knowing…” He gestured at their situation.

“What plan Peter?” She asked in amusement.

He could feel his blood start to boil. And hearing the screams from the factory workers was a harsh slap of reality on his face and only fueled his anger. He took a deep breath but barely suppressed his rage as he whisper shouted at her.

“In case you haven’t noticed, there are FBI agents currently hunting us like we’re wild dogs. Now if there’s a plan to help us all escape, I would very much appreciate it if you shared it with us.”

“Oooooh feisty and bossy! I like it when you’re like-”

He caught her wrist before she could caress his face before letting go. Gwen could see the resentment and anger in his eyes and if he could, he would have snapped her neck and kill her already.

“Once we get out of here, we’re done! Over! I’ll go back to my wife and kids-”

“Tch! If there’s anything to go back to”, she said with a scoff and mocking eyes.

It took him a second to understand her words and his eyes grew wide in horror. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

She only gave him a bored expression and he was not having it. He meant to grab her arm but she slapped it away. “Don’t forget who you’re working for!”

There was anger and something else in her eyes that he could not quite understand yet he found himself shrinking back in fear. The bodyguards silently sighed in relief that their whisper shouting had come to an end lest it draw attention on them.

“Speak”, one of the bodyguards said while pressing some fingers to his earpiece. Peter curiously watched with a little hope that it would be good news. “Alright. Boss, we need to move, fast!”

Peter could hear the sound of his heart beat ringing loud in his ears and his own heavy breathing. Fear drove him to do the thing that naturally came to him without a second thought.

“Sir, I can’t work like this”, the leading bodyguard complained in a whisper with a groan, speaking spoke over his shoulder to the heavy yet fearful Peter who had his arms and legs wrapped him like a koala.

“I won’t die today”, he responded with a firm shake of his head as he tightened his hold on the buff man. “I won’t go to jail.”

Gwen rolled her eyes and sighed, “And that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t get down from him.”

His response was another shake of his head driving Gwen more frustrated. “Peter!”

He shook his head once more making Gwen wish she could snap his neck right in the moment. But somewhere in her cold heart, she had a soft spot for the weakling of a man. So she nodded at another bodyguard. Before he knew it, Peter caught his yelp in time when he was yanked by the collar and thrown onto the other bodyguard’s shoulder.

“This is an insult to my dignity!” He grumbled quietly though showing no signs of getting down.

“Ugh”, Gwen commented with an eye roll as she took off her heels.

The lead bodyguard quietly sighed in relief when he saw no sign of them bickering and signalled them to move. Peter kept his gaze to the floor unable to look at anyone.

“Stay close, and very, very quiet”, the leader whispered over his shoulder to Gwen and everyone behind him as the moved.

“Well, well, well”, a mocking chuckle in a deep voice resounded.

They were soon surrounded by men in Black combat uniforms. The sound of guns being shuffled quickly rose the tension among the now two groups. Peter was long dropped to his feet for the bodyguard to join his colleagues in shielding him and Gwen with the backs to them and guns pointed at the FBI.

“If it isn’t the King’s little puppet.”